#AmericanWriters
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—